NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO 3

NIHILBASHO 3

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov

the ice
inside the flower:
the snow of sap!..

the trace of bird
in air - is seen before
the bird shows up...

everything will be the hive
for dead
bees!

all of a sudden
got detached the tail
of lizard...

the rest of
the speck of dust on the scale
of moth...

the buzzing
of the bee has stunned
the stalk...

the music of the flower
never starts until
it Vanishes.

never betrays
only What
kills.

oh only Death
is more important than the blossoming
of flower.

inside itself...
has blossomed out
the bud.

with thorns
has blossomed out
the rose.

oh feel orgasm,
the ant
princess!

the death
from immortality
of females!..

the chain of Infinity
is in suicide of
links...

to walk into the stream
of resurrected
rats...

the fire
tempts in vain:
the butterfly is timid.

the inside
of the flower has -
the tracery of snake.

the leaves inherit
the rustle
of the snake...

to reign as a bee
in madness
of nectar!

the flight of butterfly
is in solidity
of stone...

the torn wings
resurrect
the butterfly...